11-25-2017, 10:46 PM
The cut-off start to a term of endearment sparked a flare of something hot and angry in Margot's chest, which stirred something deeper in her bones still. He wouldn't see her nose crinkle up with how he spoke of bright paths to brilliance that they could now walk together, but he did hear the cool steel (like a blade drawn fresh and clean from its sheathe upon the hill at the break of dawn before battle) tone in her voice when she answered back.
"From where I stand, I'd rather not hear what you have to say about dedication."
A pause. No sigh this time, just taut silence, and then:
"Goodnight," before she disconnected the call.
"From where I stand, I'd rather not hear what you have to say about dedication."
A pause. No sigh this time, just taut silence, and then:
"Goodnight," before she disconnected the call.